Never Enough Tomorrows: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel By Christopher Hugh Mills.

Angelica

Angelica awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. She sat up on her mattress and looked in the corner at her desk and gasped, seeing a large shadow sitting in her chair. Her hand went involuntarily to her chest.

The room was dark and she could only make out his outline, but she felt his beady little pig's eyes on her. He was leaning forward resting his arms on his thighs. She could hear him breathing.

"It's getting strange out there." He said softly. Her brain was still a little fuzzy from sleep, she had no idea what he was talking about.

"The news says things are getting bad," he continued in that same monotone, "unrest and riots are happening all over, the government is pretty much leaving us to fend for ourselves."

Angelica didn't know what she was supposed to do or say. He hardly ever spoke to her in all the time he had kept her here. She didn't know what time it was but it had to be very early morning. When he wanted her sexually it was usually midday or early evening.

"But, don't you worry Angel," he said, "I am not going to let anybody hurt you."

He said it as if they were in some kind of consensual relationship, as if he were her protector and not her captor and rapist. He stood up then and her breath caught in her throat.

"Stand up." He commanded.

She did as she was told, stepping off the mattress onto the floor. Her legs were shaking and her heart was beating faster in her chest. Was this it? Was he going to protect her by ending her life to keep anybody else from having her?

"Take off the gown." He said softly. She hesitated and he snapped, "Now!"

She hurriedly pulled the gown over her head and tossed it on to the mattress, leaving her standing there in only her panties. She closed her eyes as he started towards her slowly. She felt him as he circled behind her. She shivered as he placed his big, meaty hands on her hips and pulled her back against him.

"No one," he whispered in her ear, making her whimper softly, "will ever have you but me."

She let out a little yell as he threw her on her belly on her mattress. She felt him moving behind her as he pulled her up on her knees by her hips. She cried out as he ripped her panties off of her. She heard his zipper and then the sound of him tearing open the condom. Then he was inside of her, grunting as he thrust into her hard.

When he was done he pulled out and shoved her down onto her mattress. She couldn't help but cry and she hated herself for it. He stood up, breathing hard and stepped off of the mattress. He put himself away and zipped up.

"Clean yourself up," he said, "I will get you your breakfast." He left then and she heard the door lock.

She sobbed as she went into the bathroom and turned on the light. She ran the tub full of warm water and submerged herself, hoping it would ease some of her pain down there. She cried hard for the first time in a long time.

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After her bath she put on another pair of underwear and a new gown and sat on her mattress. Her hair was still damp and hung loosely down her back. She had stopped crying but was still nervous. Something had changed.

It wasn't that he had raped her, that was nothing new. It was the things he had said before and the roughness he had exhibited. Her sexual experiences with the man were never pleasant but this time...she shivered again. This time she had waited for him to close his large hands around her neck and kill her as he finished.

She put her face in her hands and sighed. Something was definitely changing out in the real world. And what had he said? Something about the world getting strange? Unrest and riots?